A Little Help Please
I feel like the Double Complete Rainbow guy, except I’m not crying or potentially tripping on acid. And I don’t necessarily think the following picture is beautiful. But I would like to know what it means.
Some friends of mine own The Howard Gallery in Myrtle Beach (shameless plug: use them for all your framing needs), and had a yard sale this past Saturday to clear out old inventory. I bought this interesting print titled “Choices” for $2. And then I forced my friends to stare at it and give me their interpretations.
Personally, I think the man in this picture was involved in Cinderella’s story. I can tell by the suit he wasn’t Prince Charming. No, this unfortunate bloke was the man who came before Prince Charming. I’ll call him Ernie.
Ernie loved the beautiful Cinderella. She was pretty fond of him (and his well-manicured hands) herself. But there was trouble in paradise. In an unfortunate turn of events, Ernie ended up being the carrier of a virus deadly to birds and other cute woodland creatures. Cinderella was heartbroken. These animals were her dearest friends.
And so she was forced to choose. Ernie or her beloved companions (the ones still alive).
Poor Ernie.
I’m curious. What do you think “Choices” means?
“A bird in the hand is no good when you have to blow your nose.”
Dad, you make me laugh. 🙂
Dead or Alive?
by Fr. Jack McArdle with Aneel Aranha
Now Thomas, one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!” But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe it.” (John 20:24-21)
The village had a wise old man, to whom people came for advice on everything. His wisdom and knowledge was greatly respected by all. A young man from the village was given the opportunity to go away to college. He obtained several degrees, and, in his heart, he considered himself to be so much more intelligent and informed than the old man.
One day he decided to show that he was so much cleverer, and he decided to embarrass the old man by setting up a situation where he would be proven wrong. He caught a little bird, which he held firmly concealed in his hand. He would ask the old man if the bird were alive or dead. If the man said the bird was dead, he would release his grip and allow the bird to fly away. If he said the bird was alive he would squeeze it so tight that it would immediately die.
He approached the old man, showed him the beak of the tiny bird sticking out from his fist, and said, “Old man, tell me: is this bird dead or alive?” The old man looked at him, and replied calmly, “The answer to that question, my son, depends totally on you.”
As you look within your heart, is Jesus dead or alive?
What a cool story Terri!
The choice whether or not to truly live is in your hands.
Nice…
I like yours so now it’s hard to come up with my own. I guess I’d say forget the birds, I hope this fellow chooses to get his head screwed on straight. Lol.
Hahahaha! Good stuff Kim. 🙂